Let's make a girl out of you. “My friends offered me a choice: either they will beat me to death, or I should give myself to ten guys right there on the street. In terms of religion
Awesome action, I love it. First, mother, a petty woman, who felt sorry for throwing out her daughter's underwear, then, as it were, her sister had already grown up and, seeing such miracles, decided to play along with her mother. I got bras, pantyhose, put it on my brother and went to the park. Then they found a wife for him on the TOPIC (you can see the whole Yandex was shoveled) with whom he bathes in the river in awesomely beautiful swimsuits, and the men take him for a girl..........
“Since childhood, I have always worn girlish panties with bows, tights. This is how my mother dressed me. I bought pantaloons, and what was from my sister. bra, and I asked my mother, but you also need to wear a bra like a sister’s. What was said, if you want, I’ll buy you and you can wear it. blouses, shoes, stockings, tights like my sister's. Then my sister and I had the same wardrobe. And I dressed all this and went home. Sometimes I went outside with my mother. But then she began to help me choose underwear in color, fasten the bra. How to put on panties and where to hide the pussy so that everything looked like a girl's pubis. She put something in the bra so that her breasts were like hers. She wore dresses or a transparent blouse with a short skirt, so that it was visible bra, shoes with heels. Her outerwear suited me. I put on makeup and that's how I became like a girl. And already after 16 years, when I was already dressing like a girl, I walked in all this. My sister came with a girlfriend to quickly put on me thongs, stockings with lace elastic, a garter belt, a beautiful red tight-fitting short dress, beads, earrings. They did my make-up, my hair, put on high-heeled shoes, and in this form, all three of us went for a walk in the park. At first, I felt uneasy, but then the looseness disappeared. And everything went fine. My sister called me Olya. On the street, no one even noticed that the boy was dressed as a girl. In this form, my sister and I returned home. Mom didn’t understand at first and then she was surprised, but she was never against the fact that I dress like a girl. And as a result, I began to dress like a sister and everything that a sister wears. I walked like this at home and on the street, so I grew further. Mom bought me and my sister the same underwear, panties, bras, stockings, tights, fishnet panties. Dresses, skirts, leggings. And already at home, my mother had two daughters. Even in the summer they bathed in bathing suits. At first I was closed. And then my sister told my mother to buy a separate one only so that the bra was filled with filler. They also came to the beach, undressed and went into the water. In winter he wore woolen tights and sometimes wore warm knickers at his sister's insistence. so everything went on more. Now I always wear either stockings or tights. Sometimes I wear a bodysuit, grace or semi-grace. Panties only fishnet. summer tango or thong. Having married, of course, my wife saw all this, at first it was somehow not very good. But now we go to the store together where she picks up lingerie for me, stockings, tights, looks and advises what suits me, at home we go to my wife in underwear and I too. Sometimes, having dressed me as a woman, I have already learned how to do makeup myself, it leads me to the street or to a cafe. In the summer we also swim in bathing suits. She bought me a beautiful two-piece swimsuit with a filler. And everything fits great. Fortunately, the figure is almost like a woman's. The wife offered to drink women's hormones. Taking somewhere around 3 months, light feminine breasts with nipples appeared and hips were rounded. She loves it all. And we both see nothing reprehensible in this. Everything is going as if it were. We live well and happily. This is how I look now and my wife is delighted. The linen I wore was all chosen by my wife and my hair. And she took such a great photo.
After one of the rapists of a 15-year-old girl boasted of his “feat”, her girlfriends out of jealousy organized a second torture for the victim
When on that fateful day Vita, Svetlana Andreevna's 15-year-old daughter, asked for permission to see her friends, something bad could not have crossed her mind. A year ago, the family changed the apartment and moved to another district of Sumy, in the old place, the daughter had old friends and friends. They studied with many children from the first grade, Svetlana Andreevna knew them, was familiar with her parents: all from good families.
After the move, Vita kept in touch with friends, sometimes visiting them in her native area. Svetlana Andreevna liked it when teenage boys chivalrously escorted her daughter from the other end of the city to the very door of the apartment. And the woman with a light heart let Vita go to the meeting.
However, the mother, even in a nightmare, could not imagine what her “friends” would do to her daughter.
“I wanted to jump off the balcony, but the guys grabbed my hands and dragged me into the room”
Having phoned, the guys agreed to meet at 16 o'clock at their favorite place - a playground in the yard of one of the houses. Two boys, having volunteered, according to them, to escort Vita to the meeting place, drove for the girl, and all together set off.
On the way, the guys said that they needed to drop by a friend for a minute, solve some problem, ”recalls Vita. - I was not surprised: it seems to be a normal situation. I said that I would not go into the apartment, I would wait for them on the landing. A few minutes later, one of the guys looked out of the door: “We will be here for another half an hour. Come in and have some tea in the kitchen.” Something told me not to go. But Oleg began to persuade: they say, well, what are you, like a little one, here are all your own! I felt ashamed of my incredulity.
When the front door slammed shut behind me, I understood everything: eight guys were standing in the corridor and looking at me with greedy shining eyes. I saw five of them for the first time. Oleg spoke first: “In general, decide for yourself: either you voluntarily sleep with everyone, or we will take you by force.” The purse where my mobile phone lay was immediately taken away by the guys. I started crying, begging, persuading... I explained that I had never been with a man and didn't know what to do. But they didn't want to listen. Then I asked them to let me out onto the balcony: they say, I want to breathe fresh air, calm down a bit.
The guys consulted and allowed to go out, but they warned: “If you start calling for help, we’ll beat you right away!” But I didn’t even think of screaming: I knew it was useless. Eight strong guys - I won’t fight back. I decided that I had only one way out: to jump off the balcony. Good third floor. But when I climbed onto the railing, it became very scary, I froze to gather my courage. At that moment, two guys jumped onto the balcony, grabbed my hands and dragged me into the room.
The girl was abused in the parental bedroom of the "owner" of the apartment. There were three rapists. The rest, apparently frightened, watched the process. Vita was kept in the apartment until morning. Giving her the purse, the tormentors warned: they say, if you say a word to anyone, blame yourself.
I did not go home, but to my grandmother, - the girl wipes her tears. - She does not see well, so she did not notice my condition. I immediately called my mother: she said that my mobile was dead - it was really dead, so I couldn’t warn that I went out with the guys and spent the night with my grandmother, because it was closer to get to her. My grandmother does not have a phone, and my mother believed me. But she strongly scolded and ordered to go home immediately.
Vita did not tell anyone about what had happened: she was ashamed and scared. Then, again and again living the situation, the girl realized that the guys had planned it in advance. The organizer of the rape, according to Vita's guess, was 16-year-old Oleg. He constantly showed the girl signs of attention, several times offered to meet. However, Vita cooled him off: "I'm sorry, but I don't like you." Apparently, hurt by the refusal, the guy decided to take revenge on the proud woman.
After all, Vita began to scream in her sleep: every night she dreamed that she again fell into that apartment, fleeing the rapists, ran out onto the balcony and jumped into the black void without hesitation. Svetlana Andreevna saw that something was wrong with her daughter. She tried to find out what had happened, but Vita was stubbornly silent. Mother attributed the nightmares to school overload.
A month later, Vitya's girlfriends from the old district began to persistently call. Former classmates asked about the affairs, called to see. However, the girl avoided meetings. Once Svetlana Andreevna asked her daughter: “Why don’t you want to go to the girls? Maybe you had a fight? To avoid questions, Vita promised her mother that she would certainly visit her friends, and one day she went to visit.
Sipping beer and crunching chips, the guys watched with interest as the girls mock Vita
It turned out that the girlfriends for a reason so stubbornly called the girl. Oleg boasted in the company: they say he had an "adult" relationship with Vita. One of Vita's former classmates, who recently started dating Oleg, decided to find out if this was true. Other teenage girls from their common company volunteered to help her. The unsuspecting Vita was taken by four girls to the building of an abandoned bathhouse, to a deserted nook, where other girlfriends were supposedly waiting for them. However, no one was there.
Valentina asked me how I dared to mess with her boyfriend, continues Vita. - I was frightened, began to say that there was nothing between us. Then Valentina hit me in the face: “You're lying! I know what happened!” Others began to incite her: they say, you don’t know how to beat, give her more strength, let her tell the truth! And they began to show Valentina how to do it: they pressed me against the wall, grabbed my hair and beat my head against the wall. They shouted in my face: “You are a complete nonentity! Davalka! How dare you humiliate Valya by sleeping with her boyfriend?
I tried to explain to them that I had to be with Oleg against my will, but this made them even more angry. From the pain, my eyes darkened, losing consciousness, I said: “Girls, what are you doing? After all, we are friends!” To this, one of them, 14-year-old Nadia, replied: “Forget that word! You are no longer our friend! They beat me so that earrings flew out of my ears, tore my ear ...
Then the guys appeared on the site of the girlish showdown. There were ten of them, and the same Oleg was. Sipping beer and crunching chips, they watched the “performance” with interest. And the girls did their best. Each tried to show herself as the coolest: they forced Vita to stand with one leg crossed, forced to dance like a stripper to the music from her mobile ...
Having seized the moment when her friends, inventing a new punishment for her, were distracted, Vita rushed to run. They caught up with her and, wringing her hands behind her back, returned her to the place of "execution".
The girls offered me a choice: either they would beat me to death, or I would give myself to ten guys right there, right on the street, ”says Vita. - I refused. After that, they threw me to the ground and started kicking me. Then they threw him into a ditch, beat him, not allowing him to get up. Nadia offered to “mitigate” the punishment: they say, three guys are enough. I was afraid that the girls would kill me, and agreed to be with three ... When I got up, my friends noticed that I was covered in blood: my torn ear was bleeding. The guys were sent to the store for beer, cigarettes and water to wash me.
At this time, the mother of one of the girls was passing by the bathhouse. Hearing suspicious sounds (by this time it was already dark), the woman asked from afar: “What is happening here?” “Nothing special, mom,” the 14-year-old daughter answered her. - It's just that Vitka ruined her life ... "What do you care about this? roared the "sympathetic" parent. “To be home in half an hour!”
Why didn't you tell your friend's mom? Why didn't you call for help?
I was very afraid, - Vita sobs. - And to be honest, until the last I hoped that they would scare me a little more and let me go ... They were my friends! We have helped each other so many times...
Having knocked out Vita's consent to satisfy the three guys, the girlfriends considered that their mission was over. The tormentors left for their own business, and Vita, frightened to death, under escort of ten guys, went to the nearest kindergarten. The teenagers chose three "lucky ones", Oleg was one of them. The girl tried to pity them, persuaded them to let her go. However, excited by the upcoming entertainment, the guys only cheerfully pushed the victim given to them for reprisal.
I asked: "Why do you need me?" Vita wipes her tears. - After all, there are girls who will go for it themselves. And maybe they will even enjoy it. “And it’s interesting for us to try it this way, and in a different way,” they laughed ...
“Why was she beaten? Why were you abused the first time? What is happening to our children?!”
By the end of the massacre of the incomprehensibly guilty Vita, the “girlfriends” approached the kindergarten, where the final part of the execution took place right on the ground. When they let the girl go home, they told her the same way as her “friends” who had mocked her a month earlier: not a word to anyone, otherwise they would definitely beat her. And if they don’t beat them completely, then in the new school where Vita is now studying, they will start up “advertising” among the guys: they say, this one serves everyone.
At home, Vita said that she had torn her jacket, catching on a tree branch in the dark. And, falling, she broke her ear and lost her earrings. Svetlana Andreevna believed her daughter this time too. She found out about what really happened to Vita only a few days later, when the police raided the house.
I couldn't keep it to myself, - the girl swallows her tears. - The first two days she closed herself in the bathroom, opened the water and cried, and on the third she came to a close friend and told everything. She shared with her mother, and she immediately called the police, giving my address. Then she explained to me why she did this: at the age of 17 she was raped in a similar way.
But you know, I'm even grateful to her. My parents, of course, were shocked when I confessed everything to them in the presence of policemen. But the fact that you need to go to the police with a statement, supported.
When the police investigated this case, the “childhood friends” kept their promise and visited Vita's school. The rumor about the “moral fall” of the girl quickly spread around the senior classes. Now the guys are laughing after her, throwing insulting words, and the girls turn away in disgust ... "Friends-avengers", against whom a criminal case has been opened, are calling the home phone with threats. Like, if the investigation does not stop, you will regret it very much ...
As it turned out, it was not the first time that the participants in the beating of Vita staged a cruel showdown. Six months earlier, they had tortured another girl: beaten, burned with cigarettes and forced to lick sunflower seed husks from their boots. Then their parents managed to persuade the relatives of the victim not to go to the police.
For Svetlana Andreevna, what happened to Vita was a huge shock. By law, a mother must be present at all investigative actions involving a minor daughter: interrogations, examinations, face-to-face confrontations ... However, the mother's heart cannot stand the detailed stories about the abuse that Vita experienced. After each interrogation, the husband is forced to solder Svetlana Andreevna with valerian. For this reason, the woman, allowing me to meet with Vita, asked me to talk with the girl without her. During our conversation, Vita's stepfather Alexei Nikolaevich was present.
After all, my wife saw that Vita herself was not walking herself, she shared her suspicions with me, but we could not even think of such a thing! - Vita's stepfather laments. - How can normal girls force their friends to rape a friend? And the guys fulfilled this requirement! It's not in my head! Why was she beaten? Why were you abused the first time? What is happening to our children?!
Looking at Vita, it is hard to imagine how this fragile girl with a pretty face, luxurious curly hair and huge naive eyes will survive a terrible betrayal. But she is determined to go all the way. Despite everything.
Girls and a few guys came to our house, but they didn’t find me, says Vita. - Then they called back: they say they want to ask for forgiveness ... When they kicked me, the girls said that I needed to be “smothered” (in adolescence, this word, derived from “schmuck”, means to humiliate. There is a similar concept in the language of prisoners - “lower”. - Auth.). I still do not believe how those whom I considered my friends could do this to me. But they did it, and I won't forgive them. I can't forgive...
P.S. The names of all the participants in this story have been changed for ethical reasons.
Found on the internet. The story is not mine.I liked it ... In general, I like dressing up in girl's clothes.
Handkerchiefs and swaddling too - and they are in this story
Zhenya. Daughters-mothers.
On Wednesday evening, Zhenya and his mother visited Aunt Vera, his mother's sister. While his mother and aunt were secretly in the hall, he played with his older cousin in her room. Sasha was 5 years older than him and behaved almost like an adult. At the age of 12, she was a very reasonable girl who came up with a logical explanation for any game. Zhenya was a quiet, obedient boy, short, with lush hair. He recently went to first grade, and Sasha liked to play school with him. Zhenya did not mind, because instead of fives for the correct answers, he received candy each. True, Sasha took sweets away for the wrong ones, but all the same, while Zhenya remained on the winning side. Soon the children were called to supper. Zhenya even shared the candies he earned with his mother and aunt. After tea, my aunt and mother remained in the kitchen to wash the dishes, while Sasha and Zhenya again ran to the nursery, where they began to build a "house" under Sasha's desk. Zhenya stubbornly called him halabuda. Sasha insisted that this was their little castle, and Zhenya was an enchanted prince who needed to be saved.
The women were talking, and the children were playing, and did not notice how approaching the time for bed was. Zhenya's mother was going home. Sasha and Zhenya played so much that they did not want to part, and Aunt Vera suggested that her sister leave Zhenya to spend the night with them.
- There is a place, quarantine at school, Sasha is at home, and she is already big, she can feed Zhenya herself.
And tomorrow, they say, after work, they will meet again and go home early.
- Otherwise, it's already half past nine, by the time you get there, and it's time for the child to sleep.
Mom asked Zhenya if he agreed to stay, and he, having broken down a little, said that he would like to sleep with Sasha. Mom kissed him not goodbye and said that after work she would definitely call.
After seeing off her mother, Zhenya suddenly felt somehow sad. But then the phone rang, Aunt Vera was distracted, and Sasha offered to play more ...
- That's it, guys, it's time to sleep, - Aunt Vera hung up the phone, - it's already eleven o'clock.
Sasha had a large room, and in addition to the baby bed, which unfolded on the sides as Sasha grew up, there was a chair-bed in it. The wife was laid on the bed, and Sasha, as the hostess, had to lie down on the armchair. Aunt Vera gave Zhenya Sasha's old knitted pajamas, they were very pleasantly soft, although the legs were a little short. She said good night and turned off the light.
The children fell asleep immediately. For a long time Sasha told Zhenya various almost terrible stories.
Waking up in the morning, Zhenya saw that Sasha was no longer sleeping, but was sitting at the table and drawing something with enthusiasm. When he got up and walked closer, he saw that she was painting her nails with her mother's varnish. The polish was pink and shiny. Having finished with her nails, Sasha began to persuade Zhenya to paint his nails too. He denied everything, but Sasha was very persistent, and, in the end, Zhenya agreed to the experiment. Sasha very carefully applied varnish to Zhenya's nails (she even stuck out her tongue from zeal), and together they began to blow on the varnish so that it would dry faster. Sasha offered to paint her toenails as well, but Zhenya said that he wanted to go to the toilet and ran away from her in time.
At this time, the bell rang, and Sasha ran to open the door.
When Zhenya came out of the toilet, there was another girl besides Sasha in the corridor. She was taller than Sasha, wore long hair unlike her, was dressed in a jacket and held a bag of bread and milk in her hands.
- Oh, what a lovely girl! Sister? And what are we called? she stammered.
Yes, cousin...
- Why are we silent? What is our name?
- Zhenya, - Zhenya mumbled and ran into Sasha's room.
- How shy we are.
Zhenya fell on the bed and covered himself with a blanket with his head. He became very ashamed. But then the girlfriends entered the room, and he hid and almost stopped breathing.
- Why are we still lying in bed, it's time to get up, - the girls tried to stir him up.
Sasha's friend said that she would take the purchases home and return, then they would all play together. And she even knows what. Sasha did not dare to object to her.
- Zhenya, get up. Lena left, - she tried to push her brother Sasha.
- Well, I couldn't say that you are my brother. A disheveled miracle runs out in girly pajamas, with long hair and painted nails. If you want, I will say that you are a boy.
Zhenya only cried at this and turned away to the wall.
Don't cry or you won't believe you're a boy. If you want, we won't say anything. Well, if you stay a little girl - it's not scary at all.
And Sasha, carried away by the new idea, began to rummage through her old things in order to find something for Zhenya in size.
- Get up, now Lena will come. Wear tights, a T-shirt and a skirt. They should come to you. Zhenya stop crying. Decide something. Lena is stubborn, you still have to get up.
The bell rang, Sasha went to open it, and Zhenya saw the clothes offered by his sister. If he would have agreed to put on tights, then he didn’t want a skirt at all. Tears again ran from his eyes, and he again covered himself with a blanket.
Then the girlfriends came into the room and began to disturb him, and Lena also lisped.
- What a capricious Zhenya we have. Just like a little dolly. I already know, my little sister just turned 2 years old. Oh idea...
And she began to whisper something to Sasha. Sasha tried to dissuade Lena, but nevertheless agreed. And with renewed vigor they began to slow down Zhenya.
- Jenny, get up. It's time for breakfast. Stop being capricious. Come play with us. Get dressed. Let's play mother and daughter. Get up. Capricious. Well, it’s definitely a stupid little bastard. Everyone, we warned you. Blame yourself. If you don't want to obey your elders, we'll punish you. Do you want to lie in bed? Please. Only we swaddle you. Get up.
Zhenya didn't know what to do. He was afraid of Sasha's active girlfriend. And he was probably already ready to get up, but to change clothes in front of an outsider ... Tears themselves dripped from his eyes.
The girls got tired of persuading him, and they began to implement their plan. They pulled off the blanket from Zhenya, took away the pillow and began to wrap him in the sheet on which he was lying. The girls were much older and together easily broke Zhenya's resistance. He yelled, “Don't. I won't do it again. Let go." But the girls' eyes lit up with excitement, and in a few minutes they finished swaddling in a sheet. Zhenya tried to wriggle. And the girlfriends decided that it would be necessary to continue swaddling. Already a very restless Lyalechka.
- Something is missing. Sasha, do you have a cap? All babies are required to wear caps with frills.
- If there is, it will obviously be small for Zhenechka.
- Then let's tie a scarf to her.
No sooner said than done. Sasha took out a white scarf, and they wrapped Zhenya's head tightly with it. Then they spread out a blanket with which Zhenya was hiding, and wrapped it up like in an envelope. Zhenya was already tired of crying, but tears were pouring from his eyes, he felt completely helpless. Sasha took out her pink ribbons, and the girls fixed the envelope by wrapping it several times with ribbons and tying them with beautiful bows.
- What a cute little girl. Woo-hoo, little one. Look what Aunt Lena has prepared for you.
And Lena put a dummy in Zhenya's mouth. He tried to spit it out, but Lena was prudent - the nipple was on a ribbon, and the ribbon was tied with another bow. Zhenya failed to spit it out.
- So, little one, lie down, calm down. Little girls should obey their elders.
Sasha said that Zhenya needed to be fed breakfast, and the girls went into the kitchen to figure out what to feed the lyalechka. Zhenya couldn't even move. A few minutes later the girls returned, took the nipple out of Zhenya's mouth and fed him a sandwich and milk with four hands. After wiping his mouth, they inserted the nipple again, covered it with a corner of the envelope and, having told her to think about her behavior, went about their business. They were quite loud, so that Zhenya could hear the whole conversation through the kerchief and the blanket, they were distributing roles in the game among themselves.
- Let Zhenechka be our daughter. And I will be a mother, - said Lena.
“I want to be a mother too,” Sasha argued.
- Let's be a dad. Your name can be either a boy or a woman. And you have short hair. And boys cannot be Lenas.
While they were arguing, Zhenya really wanted to go to the toilet, but the nipple prevented him from speaking, and he could only mumble through it. The girls noticed that the swaddled cocoon was somehow not calm and approached him.
- What happened to our baby? Do you want mommy to take out the nipple? Will you be well behaved?
Jenny nodded vigorously. He agreed to everything, just not to describe himself. The pacifier was taken out and he said he wanted to go to the toilet. But the girls made him promise to obey them in everything.
- Tell. I will be an obedient girl. Tell. Mommy, daddy, I want to pee. Tell. Mommy, give me a pacifier. And don't you dare take it out until we let you.
Zhenya dutifully repeated everything after Lena. They gave him a pacifier again, swaddled him, and he rushed to the toilet like an arrow. When he came out of the toilet, he looked rather unusual, and hardly anyone would say that it was a boy. Girlish pajamas, a head wrapped in a scarf, a nipple in her mouth, nails made up, he was confused. But the girls immediately took it into circulation.
- Did the little one make wee-wee? Who will flush?
- Zhenechka, let's go to the room.
- Swaddle our baby. Can you bring a diaper so you don't have to get up to go to the toilet?
“Don’t swaddle,” Zhenya cried.
Don't cry, sister.
- Not a sister, but a daughter. Docha, who allowed the pacifier to be taken out? We will swaddle naughty girls.
- I won't do it again.
- Darling, - Sasha played along, - maybe it's time to dress our girl.
- Yes, dear, my daughter and I will go to wash, and you prepare what to wear.
Lena, like a little girl, washed Zhenya's hands and washed him. But she made me take the pacifier again.
Sasha, meanwhile, cleaned the bed and, in addition to tights, a T-shirt and a skirt, she also took out panties and a ribbon.
When Zhenya and Lena returned from the bathroom, without talking to Sasha for help, Zhenya quickly changed clothes so that Lena would not see that he was a boy. White panties, light green tights, a blue T-shirt with long sleeves and a Mini Mouse painted on the front, a tight skirt with blue small polka dots - they seem to be ordinary clothes, but for girls. Zhenya stood and was afraid to move. Lena took off his scarf and began to comb it.
- What soft hairs our daughter has. What do you want: a pigtail or ponytails, or just tie a bow?
- Come on, just a bow, I already got the ribbon. For a beautiful pigtail, the hair is still a bit short, ”said Sasha.
- And we can braid in two spikelets ...
Zhenya stood, neither alive nor dead. He did not know how girls act in such situations. Besides, he still had a pacifier in his mouth.
What are you talking about, little one? Ah, you have a papilla in your mouth. That's right, I didn't let her take it out. Only children do not just hold it in their mouths, but suck it. Here you go, try it. Well done. Smack your lips. Good girl. Now let's tie a bow. Our little girl will be beautiful. Well, what are you, how sleepy? Sasha, get the toys. Here, take the doll. And we'll see what else we have here.
The girls enthusiastically began to get Sasha's old toys. In addition to a large assortment of soft toys that Sasha also played with, there were baby dolls, and children's dishes, and cubes, and a dollhouse, and many more girly things. Everything was dumped on the carpet, and the girls themselves, with great pleasure, began to delve into all this.
But soon they got tired of it, Zhenya was allowed to take out the pacifier, left him with toys, and they themselves began to play "beauty salon". At first, Lena acted as a master. She did not conjure over Sasha's hair for a long time. After all, Sasha played the role of dad, and Lena simply made her a side parting instead of a straight one and carefully slicked her hair. But Sasha showed her imagination. Lena had long hair, and after loosening her ponytail, Sasha made her a high hairstyle, like an adult, using a bunch of mom's hairpins. Then came the turn of cosmetics. Which means the parents are not at home. You can experiment all over.
The girls played enough and drew attention to Zhenya. He forgot how he was dressed. He sat quietly on his carpet and built doll houses out of cubes.
- Zhenechka, we are going to visit. Make-believe, of course. Gotta get changed. Sasha, do we have a festive dress that will suit our daughter?
- Now I'll look.
-Come here, daughter. I will untie the bow. It's not festive at all.
Zhenya approached Lena. He was very embarrassed, did not know where to put his hands and fiddled with the hem of his skirt. Lena untied the bow and began to take off his T-shirt. In the meantime, Sasha took out her holiday dress from the closet, which they bought for her when she was about Zhenya's age.
The dress was green, velvet, with petticoats already sewn on, long sleeves, lanterns gathered at the shoulders, with a white turn-down collar and cuffs. The belt at the waist was tied at the back with a large bow.
Zhenya's skirt was pulled off. Sasha gave him a white T-shirt with thin straps, and he put it on without objecting. Then he raised his hands up, and they put on him this girlish splendor. Yes, this is not a sweater or a T-shirt to put on over your head. Zhenya even closed his eyes when white skirts rustled past his face, put his hands through the sleeves and pulled the dress down.
He stood without moving. The girls straightened their dresses, fastened buttons on their backs, straightened petticoats that protruded slightly from under the hem, and tied a bow at the waist. And he experienced some new unfamiliar feelings and did not know whether he liked or not to be dressed in a dress. Any girl would be very pleased. The white cuffs, collar, and lace hem of the petticoats nicely set off the dark green velvet of the party dress.
- Why is our beauty silent? Do you like the new dress?
- Yes ... - Zhenya answered in confusion.
- Say thank you mom, thank you dad. Do not be silent.
Thanks mom, thanks dad.
- Clever. Come, I'll kiss you.
Zhenya knew that girls kissed for any reason. But, as he did not want to avoid this, it was impossible for Lena to suspect something. And he went up to her and turned his cheek.
- What a good girl we have. But she also needs to go to the hairdresser.
- That's right, you can't be so disheveled in such a beautiful dress.
- Chur, I'll be a master. You, Sasha, just did my styling.
- OK. And my daughter and I seemed to have come to the hairdresser.
“I don’t want to get a haircut,” Zhenya cried.
All small children are afraid of scissors. What are you, little one? We won't cut you. Let's just brush it.
He was seated in front of a mirror, and Lena picked up a large comb. Meanwhile, the curling iron was heating up. The girls decided to twist Zhenya's hair a little. When Lena brought the curling iron to his hair, he began to break free and cry.
- Daddy, bring a pacifier and hold your daughter. I don't do anything bad.
They put a pacifier in his wife's mouth again and forced her to suck.
- What kind of prank is this? If you behave badly, we will undress and swaddle you again, like a very small one.
Zhenya was frightened and let himself be wound up. When Lena combed the curls twisted with a curling iron, for some reason it almost did not become noticeable that the hairs were twisted, but the hairstyle became noticeably more magnificent.
- How our baby likes the nipple. Stop sucking. Come here. Tell me which bow to tie for you. White or green.
"White," Zhenya said. He saw that all girls with festive dresses were bound to have white bows tied.
- That's right, little one. Sasha, give us a big bow. And Zhenechka will close her eyes for now.
And Lena slightly tinted his eyelids and cilia. And then the girls tied Zhenya with a huge white bow. But they still lacked something. And they blushed his cheeks a little and, for the final touch, painted his lips with shiny pink lipstick.
Zhenya sat with his eyes closed and was afraid to look at himself in the mirror.
- All. Eyes can be opened. Well, dad, are you satisfied? Where is your mommy?
Zhenya opened his eyes and immediately closed them.
- Oh, what a doll! Daughter, you are so beautiful! Get up, - Lena was already playing the role of mother.
Zhenya was ready to cry. A real doll was looking at him from the mirror, well, at the very least, a girl of kindergarten age.
- What's happened? Again whims? Give me a pacifier again? Get up. Spin around. Good girl. Give mom a pen, give dad a pen.
And they, taking him by the hand, went throughout the apartment. Every now and then the girls stopped and admired their handiwork. And Zhenya had to spin around, learn to sit down in a curtsy and kiss mom and dad. Then they got sick of going to visit, and they "went to the cinema." Sasha turned on the cartoon, and they sedately sat down on the sofa in the hall. Zhenya was in the middle and sat without moving, putting his hands on his knees, like an exemplary girl. Sasha noticed his stiffness and brought the doll.
- That's right, dear. Let the baby shake the doll. She is definitely a doll herself! Zhenya, do you want to be a doll?
- No…
- Okay, okay, I was joking. You are our beloved daughter.
After the cartoon, the three of them played with dolls, set the table with children's dishes, in general, they did the usual girly things. Zhenya got involved in the game and was no longer afraid to be exposed by Lena every minute. The only thing was that he was very shy when Sasha escorted him to the toilet to hold on to a beautiful dress.
The girls started playing and did not notice how lunch time approached. There was a phone call. It was Lena's grandmother calling. Like, it's almost three o'clock, it's time for lunch. Lena was going home. Sasha pulled the hairpins out of her hair. It turned out a little not neat, but Lena said that she would comb her hair at home.
- All right, I ran. And then the grandmother will scold.
- Yes, it's time for Zhenya and me to have a bite to eat.
- Goodbye, daughter. Kiss mommy ... Well done. And I give you a pacifier. Maybe we'll play again. Or, if you are capricious, Sasha will give it to you so that you don’t cry. Okay, okay, I'm kidding. Kiss me again... That's all, bye.
Lena ran away. And Zhenya burst into tears for some reason.
- Well, why are you crying. It's all good. Lena did not guess that you were a boy. Was it boring to play with us? And in general, you, Zhenechka, are a very beautiful girl. Here, look in the mirror. I wish I had such a sister. Let me kiss you. Okay, time for lunch. Let me help you take off your dress so you don't get it dirty. Or do you want to stay in it while I warm up dinner?
Zhenya, in principle, is already used to the dress, but he wouldn’t admit it for anything.
Sasha untied her belt, unbuttoned the buttons on her back and carefully removed Zhenya's festive dress and T-shirt. But I noticed, and if suddenly, after dinner, Lena returns. Zhenya did not want to be a girl again. Then the sister suggested that for now just put on a T-shirt, the one that was in the morning. Before the parents arrive, we will have time to change clothes, and if Lena does come in, then Zhenya will have time to pull on her skirt, she will not hide it yet. The wife had to agree, but he asked to remove the nail polish. Sasha helped him to put on his T-shirt, they set him up to warm up dinner, and in the same place in the kitchen she wiped off his and her varnish with a special liquid. They had lunch, Sasha washed the dishes, and Zhenya helped to dry them. Then they returned to the nursery and carefully hung the dress in Sasha's closet. And then Zhenya saw himself in a large mirror in the closet door. In the reflection was a girl. After all, he was wearing a girly T-shirt and tights, and, in addition, a large white bow in his hair. Sasha did not specifically remind him of the bow, she so wanted him to stay longer as her sister. And he somehow managed to get used to the hairstyle and while changing clothes, having dinner and removing nail polish and did not notice that he was left with a bow.
- Sasha, untie.
- And suddenly Lena will return.
- So what. Girls go without bows.
- So you agree to be a girl?
- No-no ... - Zhenya whimpered, and he began to rip off the bow.
“Wait, wait, I’ll untie it myself.” And there was nothing to cry about.
- You don't wear bows.
- I'm already an adult. But I'm ready to tie a bow for myself if we tie it for you too. Want?
- No-no...
- OK OK. Let's go wash up. Otherwise, mom will see cosmetics.
They went to the bathroom and washed themselves with soap. Sasha dialed Lenin's phone. She said that she would not come today, as her grandmother gave her housework. But be sure to call back in the evening. Therefore, Sasha hid the children's skirt and took out Zhenya's boy's clothes, which she hid in the closet in the morning.
- It's a pity, I have such a sister appeared. And now brother again. Let `s play.
And since there was still time before the arrival of their parents, they sat down on the carpet, where the toys were laid out.
The mothers arrived almost at the same time. Sasha a little earlier, because it was much closer for her to go from work.
- You ate, what did you do?
- Ate, watched TV, played.
- And what did you play?
- In daughters-mothers.
Aunt Vera looked strangely at Zhenya. But then I thought: the boy is small, and what else to play with Sasha. Zhenya's mother also came here. And again they began to collect on the table. We drank tea together. And mother and Zhenya were going home.
- Zhenechka, you liked being with Sasha all day, will you come to visit us again? asked Aunt Vera.
"Yes," Zhenya answered timidly, holding his mother's hand. He didn't know if he wanted a repeat of today. Probably not. But all the same, he was interested in Sasha.
His mother, saying goodbye to her sister, noticed that the quarantine had just begun, and there was no one to leave him at home with. Tomorrow, of course, is the weekend. But next week, she would ask Sasha to stay with Zhenya a couple more times, if they had such a good time together. Aunt Vera didn't mind at all. And Zhenya did not know what to do with his eyes from embarrassment, he was afraid that today's game could be repeated.
And the quarantine continued.
Unfortunately, this story is true. It can cause puritanical indignation and indignation in you, but, nevertheless, the phenomenon exists in Achinsk. That's life. Our, not very secure, unsettled, difficult time pushes the young, for the sake of "easy" money, to "earn" this way. However, read on and draw your own conclusions.
This tall, slender, infantile and a little twitchy, but damn good-looking guy I met at the supermarket with a bottle of ... drinking yogurt. Dima (all names have been changed) refused a request to be photographed for the Faces of the City project, citing the fact that “everyone knows” him, but he did not mind talking.
“After school, I didn’t want to go to college. But passed on the right, dad bought a car. Foolishly I decided - taxi drivers “knock down” a lot of money, I will taxi. At first, and that was in winter, I made good money. I “capitalized” the car, dressed up. I did not experience a lack of money even before I went to work: my mother is an engineer at a factory, my father is a truck driver. But you always need more, I wanted “my own” money, so as not to report to my parents where and how much I spent. I am the only child in the family, of course, I was spoiled. But then it happened, dad did not return from the flight. It is still considered missing. We stayed with my mother. The flow of money dried up, and my work began to bring much less. Taxi firms appeared like mushrooms, after the rain, it happened overnight and did not earn thousands, as a result, they left.
Began to look for a new job. I thought it was easier for me, I have a personal car. The search was short-lived, an appointment was made in a cafe. Arriving at the "interview", I thought about any work, and did not at all imagine that the "mother" of one of the city's brothels was sitting in front of me. I imagined the women who “run the girls” as old, in the body, rude swearers, and certainly did not expect to see a slender, pretty, stylish girl. After her short story about all the "aspects" of the work, I replied: "Why not!"
I was charged with taking girls to addresses, picking them up. We went with a security guard, so it was fun. Sometimes he was on the phone. Lots of funny dialogues. It was also such that girls were asked to borrow, on the security of documents, even a car. Discounts were asked for and bargained for time. One man, we called him "Half an hour", always called and said that he had no money for more. There was a "Fast" - after ordering a girl, he was indignant that he "shot" in 15 minutes, and paid for an hour.
Once Lera, that was the name of my hostess, came up to me and, looking pleadingly, asked: “Dim, help me out, there are four aunts celebrating something, they asked the boy for a striptease. They will pay well, but if they want more, you decide for yourself.”
Why not? Money - they don't smell. Yes, and from the guards, and drivers in our "firm" I heard that almost everyone earns extra money like that. Lera provided me with rubber bands and sent me to the Sabbat. Scary? Not a little. I was already 23, I have not been a virgin for a long time. Even at school he was engaged in dancing, so he could undress beautifully to the music. Yes, and at that time our women were not pretentious. I danced for them. I took the money, they stuffed some little things into my shorts, and began to dress. But my aunts did not let me go, they persuaded me to stay. They gave me a drink, and... away we go! He returned to work only two hours later and with "grandmothers".
Since then, my "career" began. Although he remained a driver, he sometimes earned extra money with his body. I told my mom that I was driving the boss. Most of the money had to be hidden. There were all sorts of women. Lera allowed me to refuse if I didn’t like someone. It is especially scary when unwashed ones come across. I always didn’t give a damn about appearance, I closed my eyes, imagined that it was more pleasant, put it in, got the money, left. It was worse with smelly ones or with those who preferred "without elastic." There were also such thieves who demanded a certificate from the "venerichka". Once I came to the private sector, entered the house and was horrified: not only is the srach everywhere, but the cockroaches are crawling on the table. And I saw a client - a sickening lump came up to my throat. Turned around and left. It was also such that the sores picked up. Once he did the unacceptable, got drunk heavily at the client's. I don’t even know why, I quarreled with my mother, the mood was lousy. It turned out that she "rewarded" me not only with gonorrhea, but also with pubic lice.
The girls somehow talked me into changing clothes. They put on a bra with a bunch of socks, for more getting used to the image - guipure panties, pulled on tights, a dress, even sandals with heels dug up somewhere, bought a wig for the occasion, made up and took a few pictures. I didn't recognize myself when I saw it. And they put pictures in an album for clients. Lera had to explain for a long time that it was a joke. One of the clients even began to bargain, offering decent money for a boy in women's clothes. The photo was removed, then I wore it in my purse for a very long time, I told my friends - my girlfriend. They envied the beauty and no one guessed that this guy was me.
Worked for almost a year, everything ended somehow quickly. Once we went with two guards to a party - to entertain the elderly ladies. We went into the apartment, and there, among other women, my aunt was sitting. How blessed she was! My “colleagues” jumped out of the apartment, and she grabbed me and yelled that I would dishonor my family. No matter how much he begged to remain silent, it did not work. Mom found out, and an hour had not passed. She said: either I leave this job, or - from home. I was glad to stay, but in the "firm" problems with the "roof" began. Lera ran away. Of course, I assured the parent that I was done with my “profession”. But she suspected me for a very long time, until I got married.
Since then, 10 years have passed. Now Dima works, like everyone else, as an “office plankton”, he even graduated from the institute. He has a wife, two children. “Now you are doing a“ home visit ”, is it a difficult time - a crisis?” I asked Dima a question at the end of our conversation. In response, he just smiled and rolled his eyes. And then, with a wave of his hand, he threw a careless “Bye!”, And went his own way.
“I was 14, and I just went to visit my father. I felt bad, everything hurt. I went to the bathroom in tears, swearing that they started right now, when I was away from my mother.
I called my stepmother and sister, and they laughed - I felt humiliated. My father asked what was the matter, I told him, and he just groaned (he thought that my menstruation had begun a long time ago).
They made me a very hot bath, I lay there for half an hour, and when I decided to go out, I lost consciousness due to the temperature difference. I woke up on the floor, with a huge bruise on the pope, and everything around was stained with blood.
2. Blood on the face
“My mother smeared blood on my face, saying that this is the best remedy for acne. Then she and her friends continued to drink, and I still sometimes feel like that humiliated 12-year-old girl.”
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3. I tried to insert a tampon into the urethra
“It so happened that no one explained to me what menstruation is, when and why it happens. Plus, I missed that class at school where they taught about it in biology.
On the morning of my 13th birthday, I woke up and saw blood on the sheet. I went to the toilet, dried myself - and there are more of her. In horror, I ran to my mother, and she blushed, gave me a tampon and said that now I can ride on a white saddle.
I do not understand! I tried to insert a tampon into the urethra, nothing came of it, I called my mother again. She got angry and slammed the door, and I sobbed. Then she brought me a pack of pads.
Later, I read about all this on the Internet and found out that I had become a woman. Thanks to the internet!
4. I was 3000 kilometers from home
“They started when I went on a long journey with friends of my parents. Previously, their son traveled with us, now it's the other way around. The first menstruation stained my pants, everyone noticed it, but we lived in a campsite and no one could help. All three days I was saved by toilet paper. Not a very good experience."
5. I jerked my head and burst into tears
“I was ready for their appearance, I read a bunch of literature. I grew up early, but the critical days never came, although my chest grew and my armpits had to be shaved.
And yet they started at the wrong time. We just had exams, and during one of them I felt that my jeans were wet. She asked permission to leave. I saw blood in the toilet and, although I knew everything and was not afraid of blood, I jerked my head and burst into tears. At that moment, a classmate entered the toilet, saw me and laughed. Of course, the whole school knew when everything started for me!”
